Carlsbad Flower Fields

So I’m the worst blogger in the world. I went to Europe, threw up a few posts, got lazy, and now I’ve got like 20 billion pictures sitting on the photo card next to my bed, staring me in the face every night. Just for a heads up though, I’m back in the good old US of A, livin’ the Amurican dream, which mainly consists of getting a job, eating as many tacos as I can get a hold of, and then working out like crazy so that said tacos don’t impede my ability to fit my ass in those fancy ergonomic desk chairs at said job. My goal for this year is to embrace living in San Diego, and do all of the fun California things that I always talk about but have never been independent or motivated enough to actually accomplish.

That being said, another one of the perks of being back in the land of milk and honey, is that I once again have people to hang out with other than my parents. The tallest and most gorgeous of these creatures that I call friends, Ms. Anna Shortley, came down from L.A. to visit me last weekend, and we seriously did it big. Oceans were seen, tacos were eaten, boys were seduced, and we even managed to check a To-Do List item off of the list.

CARLSBAD FLOWER FIELDS

Having missed the tulips in the Netherlands by a few weeks, and the DC Cherry Blossoms (be still my heart) by just one f*****ing week, I’ve been dying to finally make the trip up to North County San Diego to see these famous ranunculus. Anna and I jumped in the car, with an uncharacteristic lack of outfit prep and drove very slowly (because I’m a grams) up to the Carlsbad Flower Fields. When we pulled into the parking lot, the two of us actually started squealing and jumping up and down in our seats. Thats the kind of thing that thousands of flowers do to a girl.